A/N: Holy crap! I didn't expect that much feedback and I'm SO glad you guys like this so far! Someone PM'd me, asking me what exactly happened that made Blaine blind. Well, little kids, I'm not about to tell you yet bcuz that's part of the mystery here. Here's Ch.2 anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 2:: Tomorrow's A Mystery

The moment I wake up

Before I put on my makeup

I say a little prayer for you…

Quinn Fabray, mother of a 13-year old and wife of a leather-obsessed badass, groaned as her iPhone's Say A Little Prayer morning alarm evilly disturbed her peaceful slumber. She groaned as she kicked the sheets off her body and before she was able to stand up, she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder.

She instantly recognized the scent of her husband beside her and she smiled.

"Hey, it's only 10.15 in the morning, Quinn. Stay in bed…" The man mumbled amidst blinking the sleep off his tired eyes.

She rolled her eyes, "I have to get up because we have a big day today and I have a lot of things to do—"

"But it's Saturday!" Puck grumbled childishly, offering her an innocent pout that made Quinn sigh. That's what you get for getting me pregnant in high school!

"Honey, I have to finish going shopping with Beth cuz her she's gonna start eighth grade on Monday."

"I told you that she's going to wear that leather jacket I got her for her twelfth birthday on her first day—"

"Are you kidding me, Puck? She's only thirteen! No way in hell am I going to let her wear—"

"Wow, twenty seconds after waking up and y'all are fighting already? Must be a new record."

The foreign, deadpanning voice made both parents' eyebrows shoot up as they turned to see their daughter by their bedroom door. She's all grown up now…

"Oh no, sweetie. We're just discussing about something important," Quinn stood up with a smile. "Now, shower and get changed cuz you and I are going shopping today."

"Okay," Beth nodded before looking at her father, shaking her head in disappointment and then, she went off. She had always sided with her mother and her disapproval of Puck's behavior sometimes proved comical to her parents' friends. The mohawked man's mouth dropped.

"What did I do?" Puck stared at Quinn who simply laughed. "Alright, fine! Laugh all you want but when I'm done with you in the shower, you're gonna regret it."

Instantly, the deeper, lustrous tone of Puck's voice turned her on and Quinn watched in shock as the man—sporting only his signature black boxer briefs—stood to head over to their bathroom. Quinn was so distracted by the man's toned physique that it took her 5 seconds to recognize the sound of her phone receiving a text message.

"I'll be there in a moment," she called out and as she heard Puck mutter 'You better', she saw that the text was from Rachel. It's funny how things turned out: she used to be queen head cheerleader slash bitch who enjoyed tormenting Rachel back at McKinley but after years of being in glee club together, she had grown to admire the girl's raw talents and they grew closer.

R: Guess what? Kurt got a temporary job and he's working for Blaine Anderson!

Quinn sat there, dumbfounded.

Q: Really?! He's like my fav author! He sure is lucky to work with him!

R: Can we meet at the Starbucks down at Fifth Avenue at 2? I know you're going shopping with Beth but I'm bored out of my mind here since Finn's busy today. We haven't hung out in weeks!

Quinn paused before resuming her texting.

Q: Sure! U can come n go shopping with us :)

R: Great, cya then!

The blonde woman was about to reply when she heard her husband calling her name, his voice echoing subtly with the soft shower acoustics. She was genuinely overjoyed that she and Rachel were about to get together again and Beth always loved the bubbly brunette whose personality reeks of Broadway, Barbra and show tunes. But with Puck's invitation of sharing the shower with her then, she couldn't pass that opportunity up and she bolted for the bathroom door like a cheetah on steroids.

Kurt absolutely loved his guest bedroom. The walk-in closet, the tremendous views, the soft king-sized bed. Did I mention the walk-in closet?!

"Enjoying your new bedroom, huh?"

The taller man squeaked in shock when he turned around to see the blind man just taking his seat at the head of the dining table, his cane nestled peacefully by his side. He could almost sense the smirk on his face...

"Oh sorry," he held up his hands in surrender. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's okay." Kurt smiled as he took his seat just beside Blaine. "And yes, I really like it. I love the views from the balcony. As a matter of fact, the whole house is just breathtaking."

"One of the many reasons why I bought it," Blaine hummed in agreement. "It just sucks that I can't enjoy the views anymore."

Kurt felt a tug in his heart when he looked up at him. The man's blue eyes looked so lost and distant, directly contrasting from how confidently he was dressed and all Kurt wanted was to wish away all of his troubles and obstacles that have plagued his life. As an aspiring writer himself, Kurt's curiosity was dangerously starting to get the better of him as Graham didn't really inform him of what had happened to Blaine that caused his blindness. All he knew was that there was an accident. And Kurt was deathly afraid that he would offend and hurt Blaine if he ever asked him what happened. Having his sight gone for perhaps the rest of his life was already too much and the idea of forcing him to revisit those memories of that fateful night would be just downright cruel of Kurt to do so.

"Sorry, I didn't mean—"

"Hey, it's okay, Mr. Hummel." Blaine's soft, velvet voice brought shivers to Kurt's spine. "We don't really have a lot of guests and visitors here so I'm just glad that you really like it here. Did Santana give you a grand tour of the whole house?"

"Not yet but she did tell me she'd show me around later on. I also can't wait to walk down the beach too."

"That sounds lovely. I'm sure you'll love it here. The truth is I've never really been to the beach in such a long time now."

Out of nowhere, Kurt felt a bulb light up in his head. "Well, I should accompany you sometime, if you want."

Blaine's heart skipped. Is he serious?

"Really? You'd do that… for me?"

"Absolutely," Kurt added.

"Th-that'd be nice." The author couldn't see it but Kurt was smiling then.

Why does he have to be so nervous and hesitant around me? Kurt wondered.

While Kurt had been talking, he already began to wonder how he actually looks like. After all, all he knew was that he graduated from NYU as well.

"This might sound weird but uhhh," Blaine nervously fiddled with his fingers on his lap, looking down with a bit lip, something that Kurt found somewhat adorable. "How do you look like, Mr. Hummel?"

The younger man's eyebrows shot up, "Oh, well I have brown hair, blue eyes and I guess I'm average looking. My friends think I'm as pale as a vampire and I always try to perfect my hair with hairspray and I always hate how I look at the end of the day."

Chuckling inwardly, Blaine cocked his head, trying to picture him in his mind. He wanted to ask him if he could feel his face in order to better visualize him but he didn't want to seem too forward.

"Have I seen you before? Did I meet you at all whenever I was at MountCrest?"

"Um, I did see you once when you were heading out of Graham's office eight months ago. I was so excited to see you but you rushed out of there so fast I didn't get to even say hi."

Eight months ago? That was two months before the accident.

Before Blaine could even respond, he heard footsteps behind him and his senses were immediately clouded with the salivating scent of Italian food—Santana knew that Italian was Blaine's favorite—and once the food and cutlery were laid out, Kurt stared down at the warm lasagna before him.

All these carbs will make my dieting plan go to waste, he cringed inwardly.

Santana could sense the hesitation in Kurt's posture and she rolled her eyes, "Is something wrong, Kurt?"

Kurt stared up at her, his blue eyes as wide a deer on headlights. "Oh n-no, I just—"

"Not a fan of Italian, I presume?" The undeniably cheeky tone in Blaine's voice almost made Kurt blush; there was something mysterious in Blaine's voice that… for want of a better word, did things to him and he had not the slightest idea why.

"I haven't touched anything Italian in months…" Kurt tried to not act snobby but he couldn't risk letting pores appear all over his face after all those long hours of exfoliating and moisturizing every night.

"Just try it, Hummel." Blaine shook his head in disdain, choosing to spend his time appreciating the superior quality of his own meal. "I promise you won't regret it."

After another slight hesitation and a tornado of doubts within Kurt's mind, he gave in, not wanting to displease his new boss on his very first day, let alone his first morning with him.

"Holy crap, this is awesome!" Kurt blurted out as he began to dine on his pasta, his ears lovingly cherishing the small laugh from Blaine beside him. From then on, they continued to have a nice meal—Blaine being extra cautious with his dining due to his lack of sight—and before long, Santana returned to gather the dishes for cleaning while Kurt stood up, thanking her for everything she's done so far.

Kurt didn't know why exactly but he was disappointed when Blaine chose to retire to his bedroom since he had wanted to spend more time with him, his hope of a personal grand tour from him now dashed in a blink of an eye. He wondered why Blaine would want to head back to his personal quarters when it wasn't even noon. And the sun looked almost too perfect at this time of day.

"Would you like me to accompany you, Mr. Anderson?" Kurt suggested awkwardly but Blaine was already at the foot of the staircase, his cane guiding him as he confidently travelled across the hallway. He didn't hear him.

"Hey, Porcelain."

Kurt swerved to the Latina woman behind him, a pissed expression on her delicate face. "Never, I repeat—never treat Blaine like a second-class citizen, okay? He may be blind and all but he hates it when people take pity on him and he even hates it even more when people think that he's too fragile to be by himself. Trust me, he's been through so much in his life and the last thing he needs right now is you. He actually hated the idea of having an assistant—correction, a stranger in his house but since he signed that stupid contract, he had no choice but give in to Graham's idea."

Kurt seemed dumbfounded. "But Blaine seemed okay with having me here from the moment I arrived—"

"—That's how he is because he needs you to help him finish his book. If it wasn't for that, he wouldn't waste anytime throwing you out. So please, just respect his boundaries and I'm sure he'll slowly start to grow to like you in time."

The blue-eyed man looked back at the now-empty staircase, his heart breaking at how lonely Blaine really was. "Okay, I get it, Santana. Thanks. And I'm sorry if I'm prying here but… why did he suddenly run off to his room? I mean it's only like eleven right now—"

"Ever since the accident, he has trouble reconnecting with people and he tends to panic when he stays around with a stranger for too long. That's why he was trying his best to act calm at breakfast but eventually, he needs to have his own space."

Kurt pouted, "Completely understand. I just hope he'll like me eventually. I don't bite."

The brunette snorted, "In time, Kurt. In time."

H&M, Banana Republic and Zara into their day and Quinn was exhausted. Truly was a bad day to wear heels today. And what plucked her nerves was how excited, hyperactive and beaming both Rachel and Beth were before her. Her daughter was fumbling through a rack of simple dresses while Rachel stood beside her to supervise. Immediately, Quinn thought for a second that these two really looked like mom-and-daughter together and she simply shook her head.

"I really don't think I should leave you with Beth the next time we go shopping together," she headed over to the pair and Rachel placed a hand on her hip.

"And why would that be, Fabray?"

"Because for some reason, even though you're in your 20's now, you still manage to dress like a toddler and a grandmother at the same time." The floodgates opened as Beth began to laugh aloud.

"I'm going to ignore that little comment of yours because I'm here to help Beth too. By the way, where's Puck?"

"Oh, he went out with some of his work friends for the day." She replied before letting out a sigh. "Can we go grab something to eat? I'm really starving."

"We wouldn't want our queen bee here to starve to death now, would we?" Rachel bent down with a playful smile while facing Beth who defiantly shook her head. "Let's go."

The trio made their way out of the store and blended into the busy streets of Manhattan, Quinn holding onto her daughter's hand tightly and before long, they came across an innocent-looking restaurant that seemed suitable for children too. Once they were seats and given their menus, Quinn looked over her daughter proudly when she carefully placed a napkin over her lap—My baby knows how to be a lady already!—and before long, she couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Okay, spill, Berry. How did Kurt get the chance to work for Blaine freaking Anderson?!" Rachel stared at her from across the table like a deer on headlights due to her sudden interest.

"First of all, you know that Blaine Anderson was blinded after an accident six months ago, right?"

Quinn nodded.

"Okay good. Well, Kurt told me that since he's blind, he can't physically finish his book and—" She was interrupted by a small squeal from her friend and Quinn couldn't believe it. "I knew he was going to write another book this year! I've been waiting for so long now!"

The brunette hummed in agreement because hey, who doesn't love Blaine freaking Anderson's books? "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted—" She received a death glare from Quinn. "—Kurt's boss at his office at the publishing company suggested that Kurt could go and stay at Blaine Anderson's beach house at Long Island for the next three months to help complete his unfinished novel."

"And that's how he got the job, right?"

"Correct, and he just left this morning so—"

"Hello, I'm Brittany and I'll be your server for today. How may I take your order?"

The foreign yet awfully familiar voice made the two ladies look up at their waitress—Beth simply smiled at the woman as she didn't know her—and their eyes went wide.

"B-Brittany, is that you?" Rachel questioned curiously.

Now it was her turn to be stunned, "Rachel? Quinn? Wha-What are you guys doing here in New York?"

It was 6.30pm already and the sun was lazily allowing itself to be pulled down from the magnificent sky, nestling harmoniously with the horizon of the Atlantic Ocean. Santana always loved watching the sun set from the beach house and she adored how the gentle evening breeze swept through her hair and face as she stood over one of the balconies with a smile.

For a first day, she was somewhat impressed at how Blaine was able to remain civil with a newcomer into his house—Kurt—since the blind man never was one to be open to visitors. She remembered the night of the accident vividly and watching Blaine's unconscious body on the hard ground was surely an image she would never forget. The truth is, she was one of the few people Blaine had continued to be friendly, nice and accepting towards prior to the accident. Of course, she didn't 100% admire the man's cold ways and how he treated others as if they were second-class to him. The reason Blaine had been that way was because of all the money, his reputation and his position as a revered author and she guessed that all of that went into his head.

There once was a time when Blaine was a kind, caring, supportive and loving gentleman who was sensitive, nurturing and dapper. But that was way before his successful career. She still remembered how hazel Blaine's eyes used to be before they became a distant blue due to his blindness and she had met him at NYU where she was studying too.

But that was years ago.

"Hey, Santana."

She turned to face the newcomer, the sky already turning to black by now, and she smiled.

"What is it, Hummel?"

"I was just wondering what time Blaine'll be down for dinner?" he asked awkwardly.

"Oh, I must've forgotten what time it is. Go up and get him while I head on and start on dinner."

Kurt nodded understandingly and before he knew it, he found himself standing in front of Blaine's bedroom. Fuck, why are you so nervous, Kurt? Just call for him to come down for dinner!

He hesitantly knocked and he thought he heard some shuffling from the other side of the door. Before long, the thick, wooden door creaked open and Blaine peeked out of it with a what-the-hell-do-you-want-from-me look.

"H-hey, Mr. Anderson. Suh-sorry to bother you but Santana wanted me to say that dinner's—" His shaky speech was unexpectedly halted by a small sigh from the blind man.

"Why do you have to act so nervous around me, Hummel? It's not like I'm gonna bite your head off if you ever make the slightest mistake at something." At that moment, Kurt's mouth formed into an "o" and in embarrassment, he sighed.

"Sorry, Mr. Anderson. It's just that I don't want to get on your bad side—"

"Okay, you know what? Can we drop all the formalities? No more Mr. Anderson, Mr. Hummel and all that jazz. You can call me Blaine and I'll call you Kurt then. Is that okay with you?"

Oh sweet Gaga, those dimples when he smiles—

"Y-yeah, of course, Mr.—Blaine."

"Good," the sight-impaired man nodded and he motioned to walk out while closing his bedroom door quickly as if he was trying to hide something deep in his quarters. This made the all-too-curious Kurt narrow his eyes a little and for some ungodly reason, he suddenly really wanted to see what was in Blaine's room. Or rather, what he was hiding from him.

Oh stop it, Kurt. Of course, he wouldn't want to show you everything in his house. He doesn't even really know you yet!

"Kurt?"

The man's soft velvet voice pulled him out of his reverie and he cleared his throat. "Sorry?"

The man chuckled, "Are we supposed to head down for dinner or what…?"

"Oh geez, sorry for just lingering around awkwardly. Yeah, let's go. We wouldn't want Santana to go all Lima Heights on us."

"Oh god no," Kurt chuckled when Blaine mockingly placed a hand over his chest and before long, the two were trekking down the stairs but Kurt found himself looking back at Blaine's bedroom door. How it was closed. How it prevented him from entering.

Secrets he wasn't sure he's supposed to know about…

A/N: Reviews will motivate me to start on Ch.3 right away!